All Chapters of Please Me, Daddy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

GraceThis was going to be more difficult than I thought.I stared through the small window of the hospital room, watching the little girl sitting on her bed. She hadn’t moved since the first time. She just sat there, knees drawn to her chest, eyes fixed on the window beside her bed like she was waiting for something that would never come.It had been two days since Genesis first brought me here. Whenever I had free time, I stood quietly by the door, my back against the cold wall, just watching her. Every night, I only left after she fell asleep, always at nine on the dot. She would pull the blanket over herself with slow, mechanical movements, lie down, and drift off, like clockwork.By now, the nurses had grown used to seeing me. Some smiled softly as they passed; others whispered to one another, probably thinking they should have called security by now. I knew they must be thinking I was some kind of creep, a stranger staring into a child’s room. But Genesis had already told them w

GraceThe nurse crouched in front of the little girl, carefully dabbing antiseptic on the bruise that stretched across her small leg. I stood by the side of the bed, my hands tucked behind my back, watching the process in silence.The little girl didn’t even flinch when the cotton touched her skin. She just sat there, staring ahead. Her face stayed blank, like she didn’t feel anything. I knew it hurt, those things always stung like hell, but she didn’t react at all.She’s stronger than I ever was, I thought, watching her. I would’ve kicked and cried by now.The nurse finally straightened up, a warm smile on her face. “That’s all,” she said softly. “It’ll heal in a week. Don’t worry about it, Miss Grace.”I nodded, returning the smile. “Thank you.”She turned to leave, but before she reached the door, I called out, “Excuse me.”The nurse paused, looking back at me. “Yes?”I scratched the back of my head, a little hesitant. “Actually, I’m sorry to bother you, but about that man, who was

Grace I pushed the small box toward her, my oversized bunny paws making it a little awkward, and flipped open the lid. Inside were all sorts of things, snacks, little sweets, and a neatly stacked container. I picked it up and opened it carefully. Immediately, a delicious scent filled the room. I looked down and almost gasped. The food was a work of art, rice shaped into a tiny panda, the sausages twisted into smiling little bunnies, and even the vegetables arranged like flowers. This morning, Eleanor had shoved the box into my hands with her usual confidence. “Give this to her,” she’d said. “Trust me, it’ll win her heart instantly.” At the time, I didn’t understand what she meant, but now, seeing it before me, everything clicked. It was made with love. I looked up. The girl’s eyes had brightened at the sight of the food. Her small fingers twitched slightly on her lap, as though she wanted to reach out but didn’t trust herself to. I smiled beneath the bunny mask. I didn’t know

GraceI stood up from the bathtub, water dripping from my skin and pooling around my feet. Reaching for the towel, I wrapped it around my body, the soft fabric clinging to the warmth of my skin. I let out a long sigh of relief. Finally.I feelt refreshed for the first time today. It had been such a long one. After leaving the hospital, I went home just long enough to change before heading straight back to the company. Two full hours with Mr. Aiden, going over details, before I could finally come home.Grabbing another towel for my hair, I stepped into my room, the faint scent of shampoo and lavender following me. The cool air brushed against my skin, and I shivered a little as I walked toward the mirror. I began drying my wet hair with the towel, running my fingers through the long strands.My reflection stared back at me. I smiled as I touched my hair. It fell to my waist, long and black, still damp and glossy under the light. Sometimes I felt guilty keeping it hidden under wigs and

GraceGod, help me. It felt like Apollo Reed was becoming a different person the more time I spent with him. He had always been strange, but not in a way I could easily explain. Everyone had their own quirks, their own patterns, but with Apollo, it was like peeling back endless layers. He could be one person today and someone entirely different tomorrow. I never knew which version of him was real. All I knew was that the more time we spent together, the stronger his hunger for me became.I used to think he’d get tired of me after the first time we did it, that his curiosity would fade, and I’d become nothing more than another fleeting desire. But I was wrong. Looking at his lustful face, the way his eyes devoured me, and the things he said, my clit throbbed, slick with need. I was soaking the bed by this point. “Yes, sir,” I murmured, staring at him through the screen. I could see everything, every detail, every pulse of him. His cock was fully hard, enough to make my breath hitch.